[ david shrugs a shoulder. it's not a big deal, not really — so some guy sleeps, big whoop — but there's just something fascinating about it. like the time someone told him moose get hunted by killer whales and david couldn't shake the idea it was wrong somehow until he saw a picture of them swimming. ]
[ someone explaining how fucking massive moose are helped too. normal animals aren't gonna deal with that, are they? ]
[ plus there's the gentle implication of getting to sleep in a bed, and christ david can't even remember what that's like. sleeping bag if he's lucky. usually just finds a soft patch of dirt under a tree like a fucking animal. though when ripley's in a trial, sometimes her cat'll sleep on him and that's nice actually. ]
Be seein' you.
[ he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. time to start the fucking arduous task of getting out of this fucking place. ]
[ evan grunts, an acknowledgement that david's be seeing you could mean almost anything: in the next trial, in the next fistfight that leads to a brutal death, or in the next moment they decide they need a distraction. maybe all three.
he works at the forge until he hears david's footsteps disappear into the mine, and until the sixth sense that tells him when his traps are being tampered with stops its rigid focus on every movement out in the darkness. he waits, in fact, until he's dead certain he's alone, and only then does he roll his shoulders in exhaustion, lean back against one of the center workbenches and wonder, not for the first time, if fucking survivors is going to backfire on him.
well. doesn't matter right now. david's already put an end to him once. might be enough to satisfy the bloodlust. if anything, it's the ones who keep the rage pent up that are going to end up being the problem, he's pretty sure.
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[ david shrugs a shoulder. it's not a big deal, not really — so some guy sleeps, big whoop — but there's just something fascinating about it. like the time someone told him moose get hunted by killer whales and david couldn't shake the idea it was wrong somehow until he saw a picture of them swimming. ]
[ someone explaining how fucking massive moose are helped too. normal animals aren't gonna deal with that, are they? ]
[ plus there's the gentle implication of getting to sleep in a bed, and christ david can't even remember what that's like. sleeping bag if he's lucky. usually just finds a soft patch of dirt under a tree like a fucking animal. though when ripley's in a trial, sometimes her cat'll sleep on him and that's nice actually. ]
Be seein' you.
[ he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. time to start the fucking arduous task of getting out of this fucking place. ]
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he works at the forge until he hears david's footsteps disappear into the mine, and until the sixth sense that tells him when his traps are being tampered with stops its rigid focus on every movement out in the darkness. he waits, in fact, until he's dead certain he's alone, and only then does he roll his shoulders in exhaustion, lean back against one of the center workbenches and wonder, not for the first time, if fucking survivors is going to backfire on him.
well. doesn't matter right now. david's already put an end to him once. might be enough to satisfy the bloodlust. if anything, it's the ones who keep the rage pent up that are going to end up being the problem, he's pretty sure.
after a while, he gets back to his work. ]